The boss' expression became uglier and uglier.
He handed the oil can to Mo Ruyue and said,""A total of one tael of silver. You are foreigners living in the house on the west side, right?"
"Yes, I am."
"Let me give you a piece of advice. That house isn't clean. It's best to move out so that something like this won't happen again next month."
"Boss, can you tell me why?"
Mo Ruyue was a little curious. How could she encounter such a thing?
The boss hesitated.
"Boss, here you go. Keep the change. I want to hear a story."
Mo Ruyue took out ten taels of silver and gave it to the boss.
The boss didn't want to say it at first. After all, those things were too unlucky.
However, when he saw Chu Ruyue take out ten taels of silver, he couldn't help but feel tempted.
In this small town, earning a few taels of silver a day was already considered not bad.
